hair happy.

after nearly 12 months, i got a haircut today. i cut 14 inches off and it's still shoulder length. when my stylist snipped off the inches, his assistant grimaced and cried, "oh! i'd be so emotional right now!" i think she meant "emotional" as in "freaking out." but i've been here before. many years ago, i had about the same length and cut it boy short.

and today i was ready. so i was emotional, yes, in a good way.

it's funny how much my hair affects me. one time, i got a terrible cut that was completely the opposite of what i asked for and sat in the disneyland parking lot crying, refusing to go in because i looked so ugly. and in the last year, without a good cut, each day i had to pull it back into a little quasi-chignon. every day. over and over. for 365 days. this made me tired. it made me feel older. more serious. less carefree. less sexy.

but today my very generous, selfless better half surprised me with an appointment at the fancy shmancy place with the only stylist i trust. we can't really afford it. but he made me go.

and i'm so glad. i feel all flippy. all jennifer garner. all cute.

and my better half clearly knows that my hair is somehow tied to my mental wellbeing as crazy as that sounds. he knows this about me. recognizes it. and cares. and did something about it.

and that has made my day.